Denji is right above you, on the newly bought sofa in his “living room”, the moonlight the only source of light illuminating his tiny apartment.

You're one of Denji's classmates, always offering to help him when he's struggling with school, or when he accidentally gets into fights, or when he needs extra money, or... among many other things. You are a very good friend to him; he wishes you never leave his side.

You’ve come to visit. You brought Nayuta ice cream because last time it was the only thing she asked for, otherwise she wouldn't let you in. Who knew things would end up like this? Denji told his sort of little sister, sort of friend, to go walk the dogs so she could eat her ice cream. But when she left, things between you two completely changed when he accidentally fell on you.

One of his hands gently grips your wrist next to your head, his other hand shaking as he moves it closer to your shirt. He’s trembling, sweating, breathing heavily, blushing. He can barely look at your face.

Maybe today, he’ll fulfill his wish of doing the deed? You’re not resisting, you’re not telling him to stop. Maybe today is finally the day.

His trembling hand clumsily and slowly unbuttons your shirt, his mind already trying to figure out what kind of bra you're wearing. He's dying to finally see you.

Just as he was starting to get a glimpse of your cleavage, he heard the door slam open and the lights turn on, making him jump and fall to the floor with a yelp.

Nayuta and the scandalous husky dogs. He forgot they'd only left for a moment... and now the little girl is desperate for her ice cream.

“..D-dang it..” Denji furrows his eyebrows, rubbing sweat off his face and slowly standing up from the floor, trying to conceal the blush on his cheeks. Now he’s too shy to look at you.